Musings from the Laundromat: Fuzzy, hot and mean pink edition

I do not want to be here.

I’m tired, fuzzy, hot …

I’m late – super late.  It’s after 10:30 and there is a strange vibe in the laundromat.  A group in which no one is smiling.


AND all the washers I like to use were taken.  I thought there were two, but a little old lady in pink said “These four are taken!”

She scared me a little. lol.

I stood in the middle of the tiled floor feeling all hot and fuzzy and lost.

Managed to cram my two loads into the “Triple Load Washers”.  What a bunch of crap.  I don’t know what they consider a ‘load’, but I know I was retrieving items from the floor and putting them back in at least 4 times.  Everything just kept spilling out from the stupid front load machine and wouldn’t stay put.

Yesterday I was tired and out of sorts and put it down to a long Friday night chat – I stayed up way past my bedtime, but was very okay with that.

But today when Butters stood over me at 6 in the flipping morning, I still felt out of sorts and knew I had plenty of rest Saturday.  Then I remembered I didn’t feel 100% on Friday.

Ringing in my ears, my teeth hurt and I had one of my spells.  And felt hot.

So I’m going out on a limb here and assuming I probably only felt good during my late night chat because of the late night chat and I may very well have a little cold or something.

All I know is after I get home, the most pathetic of ‘cleaning’ will be done and I’m hitting the couch.

Seriously – NO ONE is smiling in here today!  I tried smiling and peeking around to see if it was contagious … but no one was even looking.  Probably a good thing because if they saw me sitting here alone smiling – they might think me odd.

Which I am.

But they don’t know me well enough to know that’s a good thing.


Mean pink lady just came and sat across from me with her husband. She is hacking and scowling and now apparently fetching her glasses.  Doesn’t look like the husband cares what she’s gone to fetch.




About debaucherysoup

I've traveled 4 continents, affording me experiences and adventures to last a lifetime. Most important was the exposure to other cultures, beliefs and lifestyles. I'm also mom to one of the most amazing human beings I know.

Posted on January 11, 2015, in Humor, Musings from the laundromat, Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Feel better !

  2. Well, at least she has good taste in clothing! 🙂

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